In the Days of My Solitary Existence

Im the faceless king,Seated on my throne of doubt,king of my own conspiracies,clothed in the shadows of secrecy,playing games with my mind trying to trick my reality,not wanting to understand what i know and yet i seem to fully grasp that which i don't know.. Under the illusions of my own casting,deep in the eye of my own storm..secrets of my beginning revealed to me brought down as crowns upon wingless angels and tears of mothers. The treasure that is sought after i do not wish to pertake,but its who i am,who im not and who i want to be...maybe i will find peace in the fact that i know you and im soathed by your knowledge and understanding..the flicker of light in my darkened tomb that draws me towards the light,so that i might bathe in it and peal off the darkness...only maybe,just maybe i will linger on hidden for a while.